Everyone was appreciating Plum Garden, but Li Zexue, as the initiator, only responded lightly. In the eyes of others, she is used to the beauty.

Today, it is said that she is the initiator, but in fact, it is her cousin, Li Zesen, who is also treated like a son by her parents. In front of her parents, her cousin has more status than her, and many times she doubts whether she is born to her parents. Therefore, procrastinating the family affairs arranged for her by her parents, she wants to find her suitable partner.

Li Zesen went to Donglin Academy, and when she came back, there was less, and naturally no one would compete for her position in the family. But every time she comes back, she still has to make all kinds of cover-ups for this unreliable cousin, which makes her helpless but helpless.

In the pavilion, melons, fruits, cakes and water and wine were placed early, which was inevitable for the poetry meeting, but the four treasures of the study were rarely mentioned. If someone asks to prepare, it must be a wonderful verse with Yongmei. Today, this cousin actually asked people to prepare the four treasures of the study room in the pavilion, so that she had some interest to socialize.

Everyone who came was also curious, who would end up today, Yongmei in Meiyuan Town was not so simple. After all, Meiyuan Town has always had too many poems about Yongmei, and future generations have nothing to write and sigh about.

Li Zexue didn't bring all the women to her side as in the past, and sat indifferently on the side of the bookcase, as if today's poetry meeting had nothing to do with her, the convener.

After everyone's greetings, Li Zesen really said: "It's rare for everyone to gather today, and in the plum garden, you can't bear this stunning beauty." Originally, as the host, he should be the first to carry the pen, but today the distinguished guests who have come from afar should salute the strangers, what do you think? ”

The people present were either Meiyuan Town or Donglin Academy, as soon as Li Zesen's words came out, of course everyone agreed, in fact, everyone knew the bottom, and there was really no good poetry, otherwise according to the atmosphere of the eastern continent, there were four treasures of the study room on the bookcase, and they would have been splashed with ink a long time ago.

Song Pingzi was not familiar with the poetry club, and he didn't expect Li Zesen to give him such a set, which was hard and deep to make Song Pingzi ugly. Everyone's eyes were on themselves, but Li Zexue, who was on the side of the bookcase, had already gotten up to study ink, and a pair of watery eyes looked at him.

Zhu Wan'er was about to speak, but Song Pingzi stopped her and said, "If I'm not good at this, I won't be ugly." ”

Li Zexue's hand immediately stopped when she heard this, and looked at Song Pingzi with puzzled and doubtful eyes. sighed in his heart, it seems that his expectations are still too high, when has this cousin done things solidly. Putting down half a foot of black ink, he gently wiped it with the silk towel in his hand, threw it on the bookcase, turned around and walked to the innermost part of the pavilion, and was left by a back figure to everyone.

Of course, the local people in Meiyuan Town knew that this city lord's daughter was the most arrogant and rarely talked to people, but although there was no word or a cold face like today, everyone could see her displeasure.

Li Zesen smiled and looked quite pleased. This result was completely unexpected by him, that is, he deliberately embarrassed Song Pingzi and made Song Pingzi ugly in front of everyone. Now it seems that his purpose has been achieved.

Zhu Wan'er's willow eyebrows were upside down, if it weren't for Song Pingzi holding her hand and signaling, she would have stood up and scolded Li Zesen angrily.

However, Song Pingzi didn't care, he had already seen through Li Zesen's thoughts. smiled faintly and said: "It's a guest from afar, and the host doesn't make a sample first, I really don't know how to show ugliness, I'm afraid I'll laugh generously." Since Li Zesen is the master, can you write a poem first, I can measure whether he is stupid or really stupid. ”

Li Zesen and everyone didn't expect Song Pingzi to go back so directly, and buried Li Zesen by the way.

Zeng Changfeng couldn't help but shift his gaze to Song Pingzi, and did not hide his appreciation. Poetry is dug up many times, and there are really times when there is no way to hide, although it has already formed a habit and knows that it is a joke. But Li Zesen was obviously not joking today, but he was thrown back if he embarrassed the other party.

Li Zesen didn't expect that Song Pingzi didn't follow the cards at all, but this tried and tested rhetoric was thrown on him, and his face was so red that he felt feverish.

"Cousin, let people withdraw the bookcase! Why be embarrassed. Li Zexue, who was already outside the crowd, suddenly spoke at this time, seeing that it was to break the siege, and everyone heard the actual meaning, which was dissatisfied with Li Zesen.

"Why bother? Since they are all placed in front of everyone, maybe whoever is interested in a good sentence will also be able to enjoy it. "Song Pingzi won't be easy to forget. You want to embarrass me, don't let you lose all your face, and vain the accumulation of my three lives.

"Be forgiving and forgiving, this person who came from afar, you are a guest after all. Isn't it the right thing to do with the host? Li Zexue turned around, although his cousin was unreliable, but after all, this was in the City Lord's Mansion, and the disgrace and shame spread out, and it would also damage the prestige of the City Lord's Mansion. And because his father is a registered disciple of the Aurora Sect, he still has some reputation in the mortal and cultivation worlds, and he can't suppress anyone, but if he is ridiculed, it will also damage his innocence.

"Is this the hospitality of the City Lord's Mansion?" Song Pingzi smiled coldly, the woman has seen a lot. Except for Zhu Wan'er on his side, he didn't have any scruples about anyone's face.

Seeing that it was about to make a fuss, Zeng Changfeng hurriedly came out of the round, after all, this Li Zexue is still related to the Zhu family, although the family affair has not been completed, but it is only a matter of time. Therefore, it is not good for everyone to have a stiff face, and it will not be easy to get along in the future.

"Since Song Gongzi wants to know the rules of the poetry club, why don't I excerpt a poem and give Song Gongzi a sample." Zeng Changfeng's circle is still a little biased towards Li Zexue, after all, Song Pingziyu and Zhu Wan'er's love is only a recent thing, and the future is uncertain, and this Li Zexue is categorically going to enter Zhu's house.

After speaking, Zeng Changfeng didn't wait for Song Pingzi to agree or not, and wrote a Yongmei poem of his predecessors with seven words and four lines, which is very neat, and the pen is also very smooth.

Maybe it's just proofing, as he said, and he didn't write those well-known quatrains, but a middle-to-upper level of Yongmei poem.

After stopping writing, he said very modestly: "The predecessors are exhausted, and the generations of future generations can only look up. ”

This is the best way for the poetry club to solve the "trap", and everyone is used to it, after all, it is the same when they play themselves. Even if this matter is revealed, no one will normally mention the matter of Fu Shi again.

But Li Zesen is really too direct, and his cousin made him angry if he didn't solve the siege, and Zeng Changfeng's dismissal just gave him an excuse at this time, "Student Song, with Senior Zeng taking the lead, are you interested?" ”

"Li Zesen, don't think that you are the master in the City Lord's Mansion, I must give you face!" Zhu Wan'er couldn't help it, she targeted her lover again and again, she couldn't bear it, so she didn't need to endure it anymore. stood up and angrily reprimanded Li Zesen.

"Wan'er......" Li Zesen didn't expect Zhu Wan'er to react so strongly at all. A salutation was exchanged for Zhu Wan'er's even more merciless reprimand: "Who is Wan'er, my full name is Zhu Wan'er, don't forget that your city lord's mansion is still in Zhu Wan'er, can you call Wan'er?!" ”

"Miss Zhu, please also pay attention to your identity." Li Zexue spoke again, and was extremely disappointed in his cousin. However, the reputation still needs to be maintained.

"Li Zexue, you don't need to remind me here." Zhu Wan'er's temper came up, and she no longer had scruples. After all, for her, although the Zhu family is a shackle of worldly identity, entering Donglin Academy is also for the sake of Zhu Yuanguo's future, but this is not a reason for her to be willing to swallow her anger, let alone the Li family, a brother and sister.

Seeing that his woman was really angry, Song Pingzi couldn't continue, stepped forward and gently grabbed his waist, and said softly: "Since it's difficult to be gracious, I'll write a poem to dissipate your anger." ”

Zhu Wan'er saw that her lover was really going to write a poem, and immediately became nervous, "Song Lang, there is no need for this. I'm not angry anymore. ”

Yongmei is really not easy to write, there are predecessors in everything you want, it is really difficult to have good sentences in this later life, even people who are well versed in this way may not be able to write any good poems, not to mention that Song Pingzi has told her that he is not good at this way.

"Nothing, low-key is not stupid, trust me!" Song Pingzi kept smiling, and his hand flicked lightly from Zhu Wan'er's waist a few times, and then pulled it out. Walking to the bookcase, he picked up the black ink and gently turned it around on the inkstone, chose a sheep's hair, groaned slightly, and wrote with a pen.

The pen is a dragon and snake, the font is wild, and it is done in one go. With the last stroke, the sheep's hair broke in his hand.

Song Pingzi immediately threw down the sheep's hair, and no longer cared about the exclamations and incredulous eyes around him, his hand rubbed a few times on the rice paper, wiped off the black ink marks between his fingers, and took Zhu Wan'er's hand, "Let's go!" The flowers have been appreciated, the poems have also been appreciated, and it is time to go. ”